I Dwell In Possibility.

Expectation Is Contentment - Gain Satiety.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun - In Corners - Till A Day The Owner Passed - Identified - And Carried Me Away -

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.

There Is A Pain So Utter, It Swallows Being Up; The Covers The Abyss With A Trance So Memory Can Step Around, Across, Upon It.